Day: Oct 7, 2019

Some people are meant to meet

A few years ago I was preparing for a trip to a national park in Utah. My disorder had settled down and it was time for some me time. The pickup was loaded and early morning, me and my cat headed out. The drive was nice and pulling off the road at one of those National Park scenic pull out place I took my camera, surprise there were no phones with cameras, to snap a few pictures. Finding a nice rock to step up on to photograph the view, a car pulled in and three people got out; a man and woman of about 30 and an elderly lady. I thought, “She must one of their moms”. Paying no more attention I started to find a good picture to take.

The younger woman walking by, stopped and said, “I think my mom has something for you” and went down the path. All I could think was, “I hope it’s a million bucks”.

Moments later the man and older lady walked down the path and the older lady said, “I have something for you and I just gave it” and went down the path. Wigged out to say the least, I went back to the truck, without taking a photo, turned around and started to leave the park. 5 hours later, but instantly to me, I was home. I have no memory of the trip home.

I have an explanation but this first.

6 months ago I started this site, published one thing, The Journey Begins. For 6 months I did nothing, not even looking at my site. 14 days ago I published another blog, a very short long drive about another time lost event. When I published it, someone had responded to both.

Someone named Ashley

There is an explanation and it’s one word, Validation. Perhaps for 1, perhaps for 2 or perhaps for many. Anthropologically speaking that is.

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Reaveree Wheeler  ( rev-er-ee)